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letra de black city high - dz aftashoc

intro – ridin on that loco, (oohhh) and they ridin on that loco, (oohh) and they ridin on that loco, (ooohhh) and they ridin on that loco

chorus – bang in this mugf-cka, i think they bout to go insane in this mugf-cka, this mic is bout to feel some pain in this mugf-cka, get lit on the transit whats my name in this mugf-cka, (ark n-gg-) they reppin, they reppin, they reppin, black city high, that black city high, that black city high, that black city high, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, i mean they ridin down them lanes, ridin down them lanes

1st verse
mane i’m from lil rock, did i say i’m from lil rock, i was born in da lil rock, here we call it da hood rock, base be knockin da wood stock, hustle hard for that full guap, you petty i’m ready, flippin licks, i’m leaving the hood shocked, (get em) h-ll naw i ain’t neva been a dope dealer, h-ll naw i ain’t neva a hoe n-gg-, h-ll naw i ain’t neva broke n-gg-, take it all stay fresh like soap n-gg-, seal it all, see the test out of a poor n-gg-, off pike i can see it in my soul n-gg-, croppin the iller, stoppin the stealer, shockin the realer, known thriller when i’m ready and i’m feelin bigger, when i hit til i spit it til the crack of dawn, and she lick it and i stick it gon get it on, keep diggin til i feast on early moan, rap rap throw lyrics like a f-ckin stone, when i grip it and i rip let me seal it gon spit it, let me feel it everytime i gotta feel it, on the nawf human porch wit the torch and they lit wit da sh-t, let me cook and ima grill it, just a little on the river like a quiver but the flow much bigger tap blackout n-gg-, nawfside til i die i’m a king in disguise realize spice rap out n-gg-, cuz if it funky yo its funky n-gg- deal wit it, punk -ss n-gg-s be coming fake i’m coming real wit it

chorus

2nd verse
causing much friction n-gg- pay attention, i forgot to mention drifting off in a distance, ima real n-gg- mane all among-st these fakes, yo mama bending it over and yea i’m bakin da cake, (n-gg- what da f-ck you say) i think you heard what i said and you got a problem 8ball slim carry the lead, so don’t end up dead! leave you under the stairs, would’ve put you in the attic but its too many heads, i’m like d-mn homie in high school yall was the man homie, n-gg-s fighting over hoes that’s not my plan homie, stackin bands on me, if you want it come and get it but i’m not playing homie, h-ll yeah lil boy get ya weight up, i’ll hit it like face cut brace up, she a freak and she always go nuts, through the city and the lights all post, h-lla smoke in the back i’m ghosted up, grown -ss men still need to grow up, city fina blow up, pour up, yall play the game but dz stay coached up

chorus

outro
you know i’m bouty bouty, you know i’m goin harder and now i’m goin strong, and now i’m goin further, i done been through the struggle and now i’m on the roll, now put yo hands up, now now now here we go, here i go, ay!, now here i go, now here we go, here i go ay!, now here i go, now here we go, here i go ay!, now here i go, now here we go, here i go, now here she go, here we go b-tch!!!

- dz aftashoc

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